Ghosts. No Christmas is complete without them. They arrive uninvited and no matter what you do, you can't turn them away.
I don't mean to sound flip. I am most sincere. And I'm not talking about Scrooge-like ghosts. I'm talking about anyone, anything that you loved or still do love and who you can't be with, a place you wish you were, or memories of a time in your life that you wish still was.
There's no escaping from these ghosts, there's really no point in even trying. Might as well crack your heart wide open and welcome them without a fight.
Jenny Owen Youngs--"Things We Don't Need Anymore" mp3 off Merry Happy Christmas (buy)
Chris Flew--"Christmas on Ward Seven" mp3 off Kingston Bridge (buy)Okkervil River--"Listening to Otis Redding at Home During Christmas" mp3 off Don't Fall in Love With Everyone You See (buy)
You know, mjrc, the only solace I can fairly offer is the thought that
broken hearts mend with time. Sometimes, it takes a loooong time, but I
think in the end the cracks are healed by the good times that we have in
the interim years. Perhaps this Christmas will be a healing one for you.
I know I'm going to have the ghost of my dad with me all during the season.
He just came alive at Christmastime, and prepared certain snack dishes,
like Chex mix (with his own touches,) a cheese ball, and gumdrop cookies,
that nobody else in the family makes. This is going to be our first
holiday season without him. You're right: we can't turn him away.
Just to prove you true as usual... I can't tell you how happy I was to see
that I am still on your sidebar. So I hope to come out of "ghost" status
soon.
Its words like these that remind me how wonderful a writer you are.....
wre--i will take those comments to heart. get it? to heart? but seriously,
thank you. : )
I know exactly what you mean by ghosts--I have one as well. One of my
favorite songs this year is by Nick Cave. Not "Dig Lazarus Dig," although
that is a favorite too, but "Jesus of the Moon," which I don't hear many
people talk about. One part in it that really touches me: